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We are living in interesting times. Feminist entrenchment in many sectors is yielding toxic fruit – with the “equal pay” vanguard securing equal salaries for women responsible for less work than men in similar positions, increasing censorship and attacks on personal freedoms (of women as well as men), and the #MeToo/anti-harassment movements claiming innocent scalps and even lives. However, awareness of and opposition to Feminism is undoubtedly growing and, with some nurturing, this diverse non-feminist sector could well become an operable political force.
I have worked with a team on constructing ‘The Non-Feminist Declaration’ (included at the bottom of this email) which we hope can unite our disparate sector around a shared goal and assist in the public awareness and opposition raising process.
Our intention is to send it to The Times, as a letter, on Monday 9th July with a number of signatories. If…
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I am a liar… a bad one.
Just like the magician, the artist is in the game of deception and illusion. A painting of a tree looks nothing like a tree – For one thing it’s two dimensional, almost, and in that sense could be no less like a tree. But a tree is what you will believe you are seeing.
The artist and the magician are exactly the same in one very particular sense:
If they showed you how the illusion is achieved you would be both unimpressed and disappointed.
Time is not told by watches,
past my best-before date: see end.
Movement restricted by cells,
I see only dull things.
Here I am,
breathing more uneasy.
The vows I made
recede, slow as gums.
We meet again
for the first time,
and I re-breathe
your warm smile.
Teeth, no longer my own,
made of resin,
they fit too well.
The Void in The Vacuum,
there is a word for this.
This and other poems are available in The Heart and The Hand: UK
© Dean Harkness 2018
Made my first sale of a drawing on Etsy recently. I have about a dozen drawings up at the moment and will add more soon. It was very encouraging to make a sale so soon after opening the shop and I hope it is not just a glitch and that more sell soon. There are so many ways of selling art online either as originals or as prints but one has to settle on just a few or it becomes too much work to keep them all going. Selling an original is a great feeling and is a great incentive to do more drawing.
My Etsy Shop: https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/deanharkness
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A couple of years ago I got to know a female blackbird very well. And she got to know me. Each day would start with me preparing her some food, usually some home made bread with seed mixed in, or some high energy bird food. I’d go out into the garden and give a little whistle and she’d appear in a few seconds at my feet and have some food. Often times I would be working, digging away, and Mrs B would stay close by waiting for any worm I’d throw her way. And many a time she’d jump right in the hole I was digging to get the worms herself.
She had made a nest in the shed over a couple of days, so I would go in there as little as possible from then on, and she immediately laid and egg a day for four days.
After about 10 or 12 days the first egg began to hatch
And after 4 days there were 4 pink chicks that rapidly grew in size. Every 24 hours they looked totally different.
The feeding never stopped, not for a minute.
About 14 days after the first egg hatched the chicks began to fledge
Each day there would be 1 less chick in the nest
Until the nest was empty again
Mrs B then continued to feed the chicks for a few days on the ground. They stayed as hidden as possible much of the time, but soon made their way in the lower branches of trees, and then up and up until they were ready for their maiden flight from one tree to another. They still stayed close to parents, getting help with feeding and hunting and learning what was good to eat and what was not.
I learnt the many calls of Mrs B who would call for me if there was ever a predator about so that I could go outside to scare them off. Usually it was a neighbour’s cat. Mrs B would even tap on the kitchen window until I showed up.
The chicks all grew and over the next few weeks they all went off to find their own feeding and breeding grounds. But they would often return to check things out here, and I am sure that I still get visited by the descendants of Mrs B.
All that Summer Mrs B was my constant companion in the garden and the feeding never stopped and we developed quite the raport. She was so used to me being close by that taking pictures was easy and I could watch her bath and preen.
I had never seen such devotion before, and certainly not as close and in as much detail. It was an honour to be a small part of it. Sadly, I don’t think all the chicks made it to adulthood but one can hope. And all too soon I saw things get the better of Mrs B and I was somewhat heart-broken for a while, and still think of her often.
While I think that cats are amazing creatures I also think it is a shame that there are so many of them with owners that don’t care about nature enough to give them collars with bells on. They do an insane amount of damage to the wild bird population of this small country of England.
It is, of course, probably best not to interfere with nature, but if you are going to then it has to be an absolute commitment as once you become a source of food or protection you will become relied upon and it will be to a great detriment should you neglect your duties even for a single day.
But the rewards are immense!
I have a few online shops with various designs available on a variety of items. I also have a shop for the sale and commission of original artworks too.
Redbubble is awesome and has a wide range of items and produces high quality prints on high quality products: Redbubble Shop
Spreadshirt is an excellent site for T-Shirts. The prints and materials are very good quality: Spreadshirt Shop
Etsy is where I sell original art and can take commissions too: Etsy Shop
I hope you find something you like either for yourself or as a present.
Thanks for stopping by ¦¬)
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Hello dear art lover!
I am a self employed, full time artist and have been for some years now. I struggle to make a living and most months I am one rent cheque away from eviction. I live very frugally and put as much as I can of what I earn back into new projects and materials.
I have never asked for money in any way online before, but I now see many people using this method successfully to enable them to continue working as a creative / content creator. As someone who works and lives alone I don’t really have much of a support network to speak of (don’t get out much, you see?) I’m really hoping that seeking patrons is the way to go.
As little as £1 or $1 a month for regular updates of work-in-progress pictures and sculptures could go towards keeping me with a roof over my head and food in my belly. Not to mention materials and supplies etc., which have become insanely expensive these days.
For larger monthly donations and one-off contributions I am offering original artworks, mostly illustrations, but also paintings and small sculptures. Simply send me a picture to work from and I will make an original piece of art. It can be a picture of anything at all.
I have also set up a ‘Goal’ on Patreon. The Goal is to make the garage in the garden into a studio so that I can work more easily all year round and create many more pieces of art and hopefully more sophisticated works of art too.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post. I hope it persuades you to become a patron, and if it does I will be eternally grateful.
Or A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Cinema
Last month in Norwich I attended a screening (Possibly the UK premiere) of The Red Pill by Cassie Jaye. It was attended by a guest panel for a Q and A at the end of the documentary. It is a very significant film and therefore it was a very significant event.
The guest panel included Cassie Jaye, Erin Pizzey, Paul Elam, Mike Stephenson, Mike Buchanan and 3 special guest feminists Lucinda Bray, Katy Jon Went and Jessica Austin.
The event itself was made all the more significant just by the nature of what the organisers had to go through to get it screened, and to inform people of where it would be without the information getting out to the wrong people and the event getting cancelled due to complaints to the venue by people who are against the film being screened or viewed.
Barry White was the man behind getting this excellent documentary screened in Norwich. Luckily for all involved Barry was fully prepared for possible hurdles to the event taking place as there had already been a lot of publicity about the film, its director and what it was about. Most of this publicity was negative and it was only those of us that had been following the issues covered in the film and the people involved in it that knew that most of the publicity the film was receiving was false and extremely biased. Barry White had originally intended to show the film to a handful of people but, after all the push-back he got and the numerous cancellations by venues that had agreed on a screening, the film was eventually seen by a few hundred people.
This is how it went down:
People that had requested a ticket were told the location. A few days later we’d be informed that the venue had pulled out and that another was being sought. This was repeated a couple of times until eventually we were told that a venue had been secured but that it’s location would be kept secret till much closer to the date to avoid yet another cancellation. In the end, as it was unavoidable, it was arranged that those wishing to attend would all meet in a public place on a street at a specific time. So a hundred or more people all gathered on a Winter’s evening in the middle of town and were then lead by a couple of the organisers and a couple of security guards (better safe than sorry) a few hundred yards to where the cinema was located. It gave the event a palpable sense of excitement.
A minute or two after finding a seat I spotted Cassie Jaye sitting in the row in front of me and I so wish I’d taken the opportunity to say hello.
Before the film started the guest panel were introduced and Cassie Jaye spoke briefly about making the film over a period of three years.
The film was watched with great attention by all except a small group of young feminists sitting on the row behind me who were very resistant to the film and its message, but who I think will have been very effected by it by the time it ended.
I have to admit that the documentary was even better than I had dared hope it would be.
I had spent some time over the previous days trying to come up with a decent question to ask but hadn’t managed much. Quite a bit of the Q and A time was taken up by the 3 feminists telling us who they were and why they were there etc and that was a shame, but still, some very good questions got asked and very good answers given. The whole thing had gone off pretty perfectly.
There is a video of the Q and A here: Red Pill Q and A
After the Q and A people headed down to the front to say hello to Cassie and the rest of the panel, all of whom are very well known by anyone with any interest at all in human rights and gender equality. I made my way to the front of the stage and headed straight for Mike Stephenson (aka DrRandomercam). I’m such a fan that I was actually more flustered at meeting him that I realised I would be, but I did manage to ask for an autograph and he very kindly went several steps better and drew me a picture. I grinned for about two days.
I so wish I had taken the opportunity to get all their autographs and shake all their hands. They are a fabulous group of people an I don’t suppose the chance will come again.
I did manage to say hello and shake the hand of Mike Buchanan. A tireless worker for the equal human rights of men and boys.
I hope everybody gets a chance to see this important and eye opening documentary.
Please let me know if you are going or hoping to see this film, or if you have already seen it please tell me your experience.